My best friend asked me if I was still doing system tasks.

The cultivators on the arena were focused on the competition before them, unaware of the earth-shattering events unfolding outside.

The cultivators outside the arena had no interest in watching the match; they saw the strange phenomenon surrounding Luo Hanying and began to speculate whether the events were related to her.

The elders, with their high level of cultivation, realized the problem lay with Luo Hanying, but they were also unsure of what was wrong with her.

They seemed to have been pulled into a formation, but they did not sense any killing intent.

The crowd gathered around Luo Hanying, but dared not get too close.

Several older, knowledgeable elders began to discuss in whispers whether Luo Hanying's appearance was a sign of sudden enlightenment.

Ruan Chayan called out Luo Hanying's name anxiously, but she did not respond.

She wondered if Yue Shu had accomplices in the Shi Ren Sect? Was Luo Hanying being controlled again? The system wasn't there, so no one could answer her questions.

The soothing music grew louder as it approached. Ruan Chayan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Qi Huixian sitting on a cloud, playing the konghou (a type of Chinese harp).

The melody of the konghou blends with the snowflakes and the aroma of tea, while plum blossoms bloom and dance in the wind, weaving a bizarre and beautiful scene.

Luo Hanying stood in the wind and snow, murmuring the entire poem: "The warm stove and bed make the spring pavilion cozy, and the bright cups fill the quiet years."

Her green hair and flower-like face concealed her jade-like complexion; her cicada-like hair and jade-like face peeked through her thin clothes.

The young children, with their hair in tufts, laugh joyfully, their hairpins and earrings adorning them; the teenagers, weep bitterly, their hairpins broken.

The dancing fan adds to the dissipation of past clouds and mist; the cold blossoms are poured as a libation to the snow, and the aroma of tea wafts through the air.

This poem was created by Luo Hanying based on her own imagination when the two of them went to take Hanfu photos together in early spring one year, just after the New Year.

As Luo Hanying finished speaking, several illusory figures appeared in Yunzhong Square, each depicting a different scene as if telling a story.

Ruan Chayan stared in shock at the illusory figures; they were what they used to look like!

Ruan Chayan nervously peered at the cultivators around her, her ears filled with their discussions about the meaning of the illusory figure and why it was dressed in such strange clothes.

Qi Huixian had been observing Luo Hanying's condition. He stood up and kicked the vertical harp, while simultaneously summoning the thumb ring, pulling the string, and shooting an arrow at Luo Hanying's feet.

Luo Hanying was instantly enveloped by the formation, separating her from the others.

When Ruan Chayan saw Qi Huixian's movements, she lunged forward but couldn't block the arrow, which pierced through her body!

Ruan Chayan's heart was in her throat. Her face was pale as she looked at Luo Hanying, who was in a strange state within the formation, and breathed a sigh of relief. She had just mistakenly thought that Qi Huixian wanted to kill her because of the strange phenomenon brought by Luo Hanying.

As Luo Hanying was imprisoned by the formation, the illusions on Yunzhong Square vanished with a bang, and the cloud of panic dissipated from everyone's hearts.

Qi Huixian held Tian Jiangyu and circled Luo Hanying twice, observing her condition.

Ruan Chayan mustered her courage and asked cautiously, "Your Excellency, what's wrong with her?"

Qi Huixian said with some relief, "He has had an epiphany."

"It's been a long time since our Shiren Sect has had a disciple who achieved sudden enlightenment. It seems he has awakened a talent for formations."

Ruan Chayan asked in surprise, "A sudden realization?!"

The cultivators around who heard Qi Huixian's words were even more astonished than Ruan Chayan. They shouted exaggeratedly and chattered as they surrounded Luo Hanying, even pushing Ruan Chayan aside.

At this moment, Tongming and Zhao Mingshan had already decided the winner. Zhao Mingshan couldn't believe that he, who had made thorough preparations, would lose. He stared at Tongming, speechless.

"You are too arrogant, arrogant about your understanding of me."

Tongming stared indifferently at Zhao Mingshan, "Even ordinary people should be treated with respect after three days of separation, let alone you and me."

As the competition ended, the array on the arena opened automatically, and Tongming looked up and saw Luo Hanying, whose pupils were flashing with array patterns.

Luo Hanying is currently unable to perceive changes in the outside world, and she cannot explain what she saw in the transparent array.

Ideas change in an instant, and before you can think them through, they're overtaken by the next one.

All she knew was that the instant she saw the poem, she thought of combining calligraphy with formations; she thought of the five elements inherent in the characters, the fourteen-layered eight-gate formation, and the poems that had been sung for thousands of years…

In her daze, she seemed to experience the cycle of the four seasons and the change of day and night. She saw a colorless light and a celestial being dressed in a five-colored robe reaching out his hand, and something was brushed away from him...

Luo Hanying snapped out of her reverie and was startled by the fervent gazes of the cultivators: "Why are you all looking at me like that? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You've had an epiphany! You had an epiphany while watching Senior Sister Tongming's competition!" "His Majesty said you've had an epiphany about formations! What formation did you have an epiphany about?" "Quickly tell me what it felt like to have an epiphany! What did you think of at that moment? How did you have the epiphany?"

The barrage of questions left Luo Hanying completely bewildered. She quickly gathered the information and excitedly met the eyes of Ruan Chayan, who was squeezed in the back: [“Holy crap! I just had a legendary epiphany?!”]

Qi Huixian raised her hand to signal the crowd to be quiet, and the elders also cleared their throats and stood reservedly to one side.

Luo Hanying and Qi Huixian looked at each other in silence. Belatedly realizing her mistake, she bowed and said, "This disciple has been impolite."

She summoned a brush and infused it with spiritual power, writing in the air, "Raising a cup to invite the bright moon, with my shadow, we become three." The crowd then saw the words dance, and a huge full moon rose from the ground, its light shining on Luo Hanying. Two identical versions of her were then separated from her shadow.

The three identical Luo Hanying bowed again: "This is what this disciple has learned."

By drawing upon the power of ancient poetry, they create an array of illusions.

She was most afraid of illusions and was once at a loss, but the formation she finally comprehended naturally possessed the power to deceive people's eyes.

"Whose poem is this? Do you know?" "We're not Confucian scholars, how would we know?" "Good heavens, this poem only has two lines? It sounds so poetic!"

Tan Jiyuan stared at Luo Hanying with shining eyes: "Luo Hanying, right? I heard you are Tong Wei's disciple. Now that you have awakened your talent for formations, are you interested in coming to our Hidden Peak?"

I am Tan Jiyuan, the Third Elder of Hidden Peak. You see, you had an epiphany after seeing Tongming of our Hidden Peak, which means you have a connection with our Hidden Peak!

"Would you like to become a disciple of Hidden Peak? I promise to dedicate my entire life's knowledge to teaching you. With your talent, achieving the Divine Transformation and Dao Integration in the future is not impossible!"

Qi Huixian glanced at Tan Jiyuan, who immediately fell silent.

Feeling awkward and speechless under the gaze of so many people, Luo Hanying was overwhelmed.

Qi Huixian said calmly, "Since you have entered the Dao as a Confucian cultivator, and the formation you have now comprehended is in harmony with Confucian culture, it would be best if you continued to cultivate with Tong Wei."

He didn't want Luo Hanying to be fickle; with such talent, she should focus on her studies.

"Disciple understands," Luo Hanying said respectfully. "Disciple will remain true to my principles and live up to everyone's expectations."

Qi Huixian nodded in satisfaction and left Yunzhong Square, stepping on green bamboo leaves.

The match continued, but everyone's attention was focused on Luo Hanying, who had just had an epiphany.

Luo Hanying gripped the calligraphy brush, her mind almost racing with excitement. Afraid of losing control of her emotions, she told Ruan Chayan that the two planned to find a place to calm down together.

The cultivators, however, were unwilling to disperse, insisting that Luo Hanying demonstrate her abilities again. They found it unbelievable that they hadn't seen any flaws in the formation.